How do you describe your work to your parents?
My artwork is very much like the way I am, and my parents have been dealing with my overt philosophical ambiguity since I was a little boy. When our first family dog, an insane Dalmatian named Pepper, died while I was in Kindergarten, my parents were afraid to explain her death to me. As we were burying her, though, my father was struggling to dig a hole wide enough to place her rigor-mortised body into, and I suggested that we cut off her legs because she was dead and wouldn't mind.